"qing, Lao Xian"

she walks across the floor as
her dark spirit lowers in submission.
bended knees whisper xie xie
Lao Xian, as dark eyes rise
to place a large red
box with silver chains
upon it upon your lap limbs;
all glistens before you.
"qing shackle me," she asks,
"qing, Lao Xian.?"